Running away

[purplerhino]

Who: Scraps, Glitch, and Sarah
Where: Ambrose’s lab then elsewhere
What: Some unexpected (yeah right)
When: January 21st. Noonish

Glitch watched Scraps work, hunched over the table.  There was this little line between her coppery eyebrows and she looked at the box in her hand, then at the schematics that the other part of him had three

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[rebelyell_sarah]

Sarah had to give a soft, perhaps bitter laugh at Scraps' thought. Wouldn't that be a shame, if no one knew what they were doing? What sad, lost souls they would all be. Just trying to cling to whatever sense of normalcy they could find. Even worse, it was likely true.

A sigh escaped then, and she had to nod. Hadn't Scraps come looking for advice? And there she was, giving out advice to Sarah. The shame was that Scraps was completely right and Sarah wasn't giving herself enough credit. At least the knowledge gave her comfort, and she felt some of her hopelessness melt away. Her situation wasn't all that bad after all.

Scraps knew, had seen the colors. She wasn't sure what to make of this. The teenage girl in Sarah wanted to reach across the table and shake the name from the small woman. But that would've been immature and inappropriate, not to mention jumping to conclusions. An entire array of emotions could cause those colors to appear. Sarah had often felt light and bright around people she liked as well, but that didn't mean there were romantic feelings lurking under the surface. "Well, would it? And liking someone could be as simple as liking someone..." she pointed out lamely. The truth was she just wanted to know.

[scraps_molly]

Scraps offered a small smile.

She was not aware that she had gone from being in need to being what she needed to be. She slid so easily between her parts sometimes. It wasn't exactly like she was different people, her core.... Scrappiness, remained. But her brain sometimes pulled things from different areas, memories, thought patterns.

"Light pink shot through with white, when near someone in particular, in my remembering, usually means attraction in a romantic sense. It means loving attraction with um.... sexy undertones."

Not that she'd ever been the one such things were felt for. But she'd seen new couples and just people attracted to one another enough to recognize the color.

Clear bright red when two involved people were near meant all hot sex and passion. DG and the man of tin got tinged with clear red a lot. So did Az and Jeb. There were actually quite a few couples around here that did. It often made her want to close her eyes.

[rebelyell_sarah]

"Hmph," Sarah said in reply, her tone defeated. Scraps had blatantly disproved everything she had been thinking. There was no choice but to accept that someone liked her. It caused a heavy sigh to emerge; that was a scary thought. Some liked her. And sexy undertones? She wasn't sure she was ready for, or even wanted that.

Forcing her mind from the thought, she let it wander to Scraps' understanding of color and people. "How do you know what the colors mean?" she tipped her head. She knew it probably had to do with the many parts she consisted of, but still, Sarah was unaware of anything else like it. "You tell me I have all these colors... and too much of some, are they bad colors? Good colors?" she laughed. "Sorry, I don't mean to bombard you. That's not why we're here anyway. You kissed Glitch," she reminded herself and Scraps.

[scraps_molly]

“I could see colors… for a long time. Not all the time. Half of a half of the time. It’s one of my parts. I know some of the meaning from observing, and some I just… know.”

She shrugged a bit. “You are mostly green.” Scraps announced. “I don’t see it now. But I did before. Green is growth and change. That has a bit of dark, muddied yellow swirling through. That’s stress and taking on too much at once. Turquoise, compassionate. Muddy blue, fear of the future or of the change. Those were your colors when I last saw them on you. Very pretty to look at, no matter what they mean. Blues and greens and yellows.”

Then Sarah brought up the kissing. Yes. That was why Scraps was here.

“He solved a problem that was stopping us from making something for weeks. He can still make such things when he’s distracted a bit. I was happy so I gave him a hug and a peck on the lips. And when I pulled back he followed, keeping our lips together. Then I leaned back in because it was tingly and warm and made my tummy feel funny. Just lips pressing together. Then I realized We had just kissed, and I wasn’t sick, and I may have ruined being his friend and I ran here.”

Scraps folded her arms on the table and let her forehead fall forward to drop on them. “You said that’s good. Other people seem to like kissing. I need to gather more information. Understand how it works. I’m good at understanding how things work.”

Well tick-tocks and gears and metals and springs anyway.

[rebelyell_sarah]

"I figured it had to do with your parts," Sarah confessed. "It's a pretty cool part," she grinned. "A gift really, being able to see people's colors. It's not something most people can do."

Green. It wasn't a bad color. Not her favorite, but it was pretty. Natural. Should she judge her own colors that way, by whether she liked them or not? Probably not, it seemed a lot like judging oneself. And that was never good. Growth and change? That seemed right, too. She was always trying to change things for herself. The other colors were right too, but she was glad green was the main one. Blue or yellow as the main colors would've been bad.

"Kissing?" she chuckled. Sometimes Sarah felt like Scraps did, needing to know how things worked. Kissing was such a simple gesture, but it meant so much sometimes. "Last time I heard, it's a pretty big deal for such a small thing. And kissing's not the only thing like that," she sighed.

"Humans are so complicated, Scraps."